Brotha Lynch Hung - Good Night lyrics

I mix it with a bit of bakin soda
In this crack sack in the back
Pack before I make em older
I put em in the game
Nigga imma franchise player
Put it in his brain, nigga
Than a zen dialator
Roll in the quiet, I pull heavy
Metal when you can fry quick
Like sizzline, all I wanna know
Is is he clean
If its not, it's right off the
Levy, smash off in a Chevy
If it's hot
Smoke up the whole area like Richard Petty
In his brains and his guts in his
Backseat, lookin like spaghetti in the pot
Ready or not, I stay steady with the shot
From long distance for instance break
Out like Eddie Rock
Before I'm leavin em leavin you
Bleedin on yo block

Good night, don't even fight
Just let it go
And too many live, when they
Get hit with the technical
I don't sweat it though, I just roll
I ain't gotta prove it I just know
It's all ready betta get used to it

I do hose, so if you see me
On the streets and you got, beef
Believe me nigga I do blow
Hella niggas brains out
Fuckin wit mine, cuz what I do got, I got
It while I was stuck on the grind
Carryin two glocks, gettin off these
Rocks, gettin my rocks off
Fuckin slut bitches with nines
And to the cops
Soft fuckin stuff dicks in ya mind
Fuckin ya block off
Nigga, fuck you faggots, you niggas cock-soft

Good night, don't even fight
Just let it go
And too many live, when they
Get hit with the technical
I don't sweat it though, I just roll
I ain't gotta prove it I just know
It's all ready betta get used to it

I'll put ya brains in a
Trash compactor, I'm smashin backwards
And blastin at ya spot with the mac n
I gets to crackin like a bad hair gaskin
I'll take ya nuts, to ya momma in a basket
I don't give a fuck, touch em
Up quicker than earl shine
Dip on that ass in the pearl
White and then good night
Don't even fight, just let it
Go, and too many live
When they get hit with the technical
But I don't sweat it though
Imma blocc nigga like C-Bo
Make ya bleed slow
Jumpin over you niggas like
I was Eval Knievel
When I hit that right strapped up, you
G niggas betta back up, pack up
Cuz bodies bout to stack up, when
The moseroty wearin black stuff
And I'm back in the cut, fuckin it
Up, you young niggas betta wait yours
Imma sicko psycho run in the house
Get so psycho blood type-O
Dancin with the devil with my
Hands on heavy metal, oh
On every level go
When I put the pedal to the flo
It's good night

Some say I'm sicka than syphilis
Nigga get the picture?
I'll rip ya spleen out and cook it
And go have dinner wit ya
I'm sicker than head like Charles Michael
Than it takes, to get ya
To paint different pictures if it's in the
Way hit ya with the siccness
Get this nigga imma keep it gangsta
See you in the club and run up
On ya ass then bank ya
Ain't the, nigga to be fuckin
With when I got revenue
If anybody got niggas that are rubia
Pop you nigga Kevin do
I gots ta keep it that way
Carry the outlaw like who is you?
I'm in grand blue like imma Dallas cowboy
24 on my jersey hit em up by the 03
In the morning catch em stretchin and
Yawnin and stretch em out
On a? west so 30?, I put em in
Trash bags and put em in the backyard
Like I was livin in Baghdad, I
Be givin niggas they hat back
And they heart in my backpack, and
They guts and they nuts
And they intestines up in the Cadillac
Good night, don't even fight, I
Split that black flag
Niggas got it mixed up like baking
Soda in a crack sack
Gotta get ya back cracked
Open, imma southside strangler
Creepin up in all black like Oakland
Imma be the thang in ya

Good night, don't even fight
Just let it go
And too many live, when they
Get hit with the technical
I don't sweat it though, I just roll
I ain't gotta prove it I just know
It's all ready betta get used to it